"We Have To Take The Baby.”: A Father’s Cesarean Story
December 12 2014, circa 4 a.m.
I felt bad for our Doctor.
I knew that Sheila, my friend and Midwife, was going to fuss him out for sending my wife down for an emergency C-Section. I understand; he had no choice.
I was sent to a separate area to to prep and then sent sit and wait as my unborn daughter's fate was in the hands of that surgical team. I remember sitting by myself in the hallway by myself, fighting back tears, feeling so helpless and alone.
Thankfully, i had nothing to worry about as the surgical team performed the Emergency C-Section flawlessly.
27 minutes and a box of kleenex later, We heard our daughters first cries.
The nurse cleaned my daughter up and placed her in my arms for the first time.
Have you ever experienced a time when you just, knew? Not thought, not felt, but knew? Well , that was my moment of knowing. In the same way one knows that 2 + 2 =4, the same way one knows that the speed of light is 299792458 m/s (that's 186,000 mps... what? I'm a nerd.)
I knew when my daughter looked up at me with that scowling face, I knew my life was changed forever.
Ali Jaafar is a production technician and author of Dad blog "The Pooped Papa".
I knew when my daughter looked up at me with that scowling face, I knew my life was changed forever.
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